“That is ridiculous,” Juliette snapped. “She is fabricating numbers.”

“I have the receipts attached to the back,” I said. “And the bank statements showing the withdrawals from our joint account to cover them.”

Dan didn’t look at the folder. He kept his eyes on the floor.

“You knew about this?” Sarah asked her brother.

Dan didn’t answer. He just let out a long, ragged breath.

“Dan,” Sarah pressed. “Did you know she was paying for all of this?”

“I knew about some of it,” Dan said, his voice barely audible. “Not all of it.”

“He knew enough to let me carry the weight,” I said.

The phone in Dan’s hand buzzed again, a short, sharp vibration that made us all jump.

“Another text,” Dan said, looking down. “Marcus says the deputy is getting out of the cruiser.”

Sarah’s breathing grew faster.

She grabbed the folder and shoved it toward her mother.

“Look at this,” Sarah demanded.

Juliette didn’t look. She crossed her arms and stared out the window into the dark yard.

“I am not looking at a list of imaginary grievances,” Juliette said.